I have, on at least one online profile, described myself as a professional dandelion kicker.
When I see a field of fluffy seedlings ready to take flight...well, I want to help them along.
So I run right through them and kick as many as I can.
And the next time I see that field full of yellow flowers, I'll know I had something to do with it.
Many thanks to "the mister" for patiently wheezing all over at least ten of these in a row, while I fiddled with camera settings that might capture the moment. (Okay, it needed to be set to a faster speed, but we were running out of light! Next time we'll nail it! But you can see a little of the whiz-blur from the departing seeds.)
Today you get a rare peek into part of my workspace.
It's the "pretty" part - the one that's not a chaotic pile of stuff.
This is where I hang things up to dry. Like this curtain that I painted.
And some envelopes I've been working on.
Look at it! Revel in its rainbow glory!
It lives in the kitchen now.
It goes with the red walls and the orange tablecloth that I made last week.
It makes me insanely happy every time I see it. That might wear off, eventually. But for now, I'm a little sad because I wonder how much time will pass before I make something this "perfect" again.
(I'm a little competitive with myself.)
Speaking of perfection, I just want to mention that my apartment looks pretty neat in these photos.
Do not be fooled!
It's mostly a wreck.
I make a few photograph-able corners, now and then. I *do* wish that everything could be aesthetically pleasing all the time, but that's not real life.
And it would require many overstuffed closets.
And possibly a maid.
Anyway...cheers to pretty curtains, clean-ish corners that you're happy to photograph, and not being Martha Stewart!
I've been playing with a new macro lens for the camera, and it's been more fun than I can convey.
These shots are the pans inside my watercolor set. I'm convinced that it's impossible to finish a watercolor set; I "inherited" this one from my older sister, my dad passed the set he had in his teens on to me, I still have some of the set I painted with when I was five (okay, I refilled that one, that might be cheating), and there are others floating around the studio.
Really, I just want to move on to a better grade of paint, but I feel guilty about abandoning the old sets. Maybe I get too attached to my paints. Probably I will pass on at least one of these to a friend.
And yeah, all of these paints look like a funky mold growth. I think they re-crystallize weirdly when they dry.
But this set does it every time!
Your eyeballs have never been this close to paint before (unless you got it in your eye...ow).
There's a shop across the street from where I live.
It has fancy-schmancy stuff in it, like fox-fur jackets.
Check out this stained glass window.
They're never open.
But the have some pretty great decorations, and one that captures my attention every time is the life-size gold sculptures that appear to be standing guard outside their front window.
They kind of creep me out at night.
It might be the incredibly blank stares they have. Or the fact that they're armed with big sticks. I don't know.